(Herro! I'm back! I think what I'll try doing is posting a chapter every week. Please tell your friends about this story and leave reviews to help me improve! Like I said in the description, I wrote this story ahead of time, so I can't really take ideas. But if you have any ideas for future fanfics, I'd be more than happy to hear them! I haven't gotten any reviews yet, but I'm hoping to get some soon! If you don't want to review, you can always PM me.

ONTO CHAPTER 2!)

Several long and boring minutes passed. Well, they seemed long to me; I can get impatient. Before long, the van I was in stopped. There were no windows in the back, but I could guess where we were. Even after the van stopped, it was several minutes later when the doors to the back finally were unlocked and open. I was lead out – slightly roughly – and into a large building that served as Freedom Fighter headquarters. I was surrounded by several police officers, one had a gun pointed at my back, and another had a firm grip on my arm. As if I'd try to escape.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked Sgt. White.

"I see no reason to give you that information," Sgt. White said, not looking at me.

I frowned. "If you're going to tie me up and throw me in jail, the least you could do is tell me what's going on."

White sighed. "We're taking you to the prison. You'll be locked away in your own little cell. Try to escape, and we'll restrain you. You will be interrogated in the morning."

"Whatever it is I did, do you have proof it was me?"

"Yes," White said. I saw a smirk playing on his lips. "The stolen Chaos Emerald was found at your house. There's been footage."

I pursed my lips, thinking. I never took that Emerald, so how did it end up at my house? "How do you know I wasn't framed? Remember the little Shadow incident a few years back?"

White's steps faltered, remembering the black and red hedgehog everyone had mistook for me for almost the exact same reason. He had disappeared not long ago. (Sound familiar? Reference; Sonic Adventure 2.) White continued walking and shook his head, dismissing the memory as quickly as it came. "I suppose we'll know after the interrogation and trial, now won't we?"

"I suppose we will," I murmured, mostly to myself.

The officers around me lead me out of the back of the building and through a large courtyard. A fountain stood in the middle, with a statue of some of the most important Freedom Fighters; Sally Acorn, Bunnie Rabbot, Antoine D'Coolette, Rotor the Walrus, Tails, and several others, along with me, holding a flag with the Freedom Fighter logo on it. Behind it, a tiny building with just one door and a window stands, several guards surrounding the door, guns at the ready. Seeing us approach, the guards step aside and use a key to open the sliding door, leading to an elevator. As we move past them, one of them gives me a sympathetic look. I smile at them and wink reassuringly.

Once inside, the door slides shut and the elevator descends underground, taking me closer and closer to my prison cell. I frown to myself, wondering what would happen if they did somehow find me guilty. Offences like these are not taken lightly on Mobius. The elevator stops and the door slides open, revealing a long line of rooms with red doors and a small security system above each one. There was a small window on the door of each room, so as we walked past, I could see the criminals, all unshaven and looking depressed, in the rooms.

The underground prison had been my idea. It would be a lot harder to escape. No windows to tie sheets together and climb out of. All they had was a small hole in the ceiling that let in air and sunlight, protected by a force field, as well as the doors. The elevator was my friend Sally's idea. It could easily be disabled with one push of a button, and from virtually anywhere in the headquarters. The inmates are given plastic utensils; no digging out of the walls. We've never had any one escape. Some are sent to do community work, like gardening for the elderly and to fill jobs no one else will. All are closely monitored and tracked using a virtually indestructible cuff around their wrists. If anyone tried to do something funny, they would get a small but painful shock and would immediately be teleported back to their cell. Would this be the life I'll live?

The officers lead me to the end of the hall. Using one of the same card-keys the guards had used at the entrance to the prison, the door slid open. Obediently, I stepped inside and sat on the bench. Sgt. White stepped in and shackled my ankles with a pair of electric cuffs and unlocked my handcuffs. He stood and looked down at me, a stern look in his eye.

"Don't try any funny stuff, Sonic. We're watching you." And with that, he turned on his heel, stepped out, and the door slid shut, the lock clicking into place.

I didn't sleep much the rest of the night. The thin mattress was too uncomfortable to sleep on, so I spent most of my time pacing the cell. I couldn't move my feet well due to the shackles, so I gave up after a couple of minutes and just sat on the bench with my head in my hands, thinking of ways to clear my name. I had a story I could use, but I also had a motive. I use the Chaos Emeralds for power. They help me win tough battles and transform me into Super Sonic. I won't lie, the power is incredible. However, I would never use the Emeralds just for the sake of having more power and being indestructible. That, I guessed, was what they thought my motive to be. So how would I convince everyone that I was innocent?

Time passed slowly, and I had no way of telling it. It must have been several hours later when the door finally opened, because judging by the light coming from the small hole in the ceiling, it was mid-morning.

"Sonic," said a familiar voice. I lifted my head from my hands. "It's time for your interrogation."

(That chapter was kind of boring. :P Maybe I'll post another chapter tomorrow, I just like suspense. Hope you all enjoyed, and please stay tuned for Chapter 3 – The Interrogation!

Byyyeeee!)

~SonicTheHedgehog-Nerd